Runaway With a Pirate

Chapter 16

Sawyer was pissed. The male prisoner that he killed had the nerve to talk to Willow. And she was talking back! Out of everything Willow could have done to piss him off she had to talk to that greasy, old man. It gave him joy throwing one of his daggers into that man's head. Sure threatening Willow with that empty cell wasn't on his to-do list, but she asked for it for letting that filth to speak and have a conversation with her. After he left Willow to finish with the prisoners he went to find Dustin and Chase. The two were easy to find since they on the deck talking amongst themselves.

"Dustin, Chase I have a job for the two of you, " Sawyer said.

The two men stopped talking and instantly turned their attention to him. They must have heard the annoyance and anger in his voice.

"One of the prisoners is dead, " Sawyer said, " I need you two to get rid of it."

"Yes sir, " the two men said.

Sawyer watched as the two left to get the body. Once they were below the deck he made his way to his chair. Taking a seat Sawyer let his mind drift. He listened to the sound of the water splashing against the sides of the ship. The sound of the gentle breeze that was blowing. The many feet below the deck. The hushed voices of the living prisoners. He let the sun warm him as it's light touched his bare skin. He let himself relax, something that he hardly did now. The peace was just too good to pass up. Letting out a sigh of relief he closed his eyes. Falling into a peaceful sleep.

The sound of voices woke Sawyer from his nap. Opening one eye to figure out what was going on he saw Dustin and Chase throwing the dead man into the ocean. The voices he heard were not theirs. Perking his ears he searched for the voices.

"What happened to your arm?" Eleanor's voice asked.

"Oh, when I was feeding the prisoners one of them grabbed ahold of my arm, " Willow's voice  lied, " I guess I got to close to the cell."

What was wrong with Willow's arm? Why was she lying to Eleanor? Did something happen after he left her to finish feeding the prisoners?

"Even if that's the case you should be more careful next time, " Eleanor advised.

"Yeah, some will use whatever they can as a weapon, " a husky female voice, Treasure, said, " sometimes when we check them over they still managed to hide some type of blade from us."

Did one of them have a small blade and managed to cut Willow? Sitting straight no longer pretending to be asleep, Sawyer continued to listen in on the girl's conversation.

"I'll make sure to keep that in mind, " Willow said.

He could hear her footsteps move quickly. He decided to no longer just sit and listen to the conversation. Instead, he got up and made his way to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen Sawyer saw Eleanor and Treasure making some vegetable soup.

"Oh hi, captain, " Eleanor said.

"Hello, " Sawyer said looking for Willow.

The two women must have noticed. They just gave each other a look. Treasure said, " if you are looking for Lizzy she's not here."

"Hmm, then where is she, " Sawyer asked not paying much attention to the looks he was receiving.

"We don't know she seemed in a hurry to leave when we asked about the bruise on her arm, " Eleanor mentioned.

"Which arm?" Sawyer asked.

"Her upper left arm, why do you ask?" Eleanor asked.

Sawyer froze. He had grabbed Willow by her upper left arm when he threatened to put her back into a cell.

"No reason, " Sawyer said turning around and making his way out of the kitchen. He had a feeling that he knew where Willow had gone to. She had a habit of going to her room when she wanted to be alone. And right now if she didn't want people looking and questioning the bruise on her arm she would have gone to her room. Taking the turn that would lead him to Willow's room Sawyer froze. Perking his ears up he listened to a faint noise. It was someone crying. Slowly and quietly Sawyer walked over to Willow's door. He could hear the crying coming from the other side of the door.

Subconsciously Sawyer raised a hand to knock on the door. Stopping his hand an inch from the door Sawyer just stood there. He didn't know what he would even say to Willow if she even opened the door. With a sigh, Sawyer lowered his hand back down to his side. He stood there listening to Willow cry. An hour must have gone by when Willow's crying stopped. Quietly Sawyer turned the door nob and started to push the door open. He didn't get very far when the door gently hit something. Slowly Sawyer pushed with more force to get the door to open enough for him to squeeze through. Once inside of Willow's room Sawyer looked to see what had been blacking the door.

It was Willow. She had cried herself to sleep. Sawyer stood there for a moment just studying her. Then he noticed the hand-sized bruise on her arm. Wincing at the fact that he had caused that and was the reason why she was in her room crying. He felt sorry for causing her this pain and didn't want to do it again. But he knew better than to wish for something like that. All he ever does is cause people to fear him and make them unhappy. Binding down Sawyer gently picks Willow up bridle style and carries her to the bed. Placing her down on the mattress he grabs her blanket and placed it over her. Giving her one last look Sawyer makes his way out of her bedroom. Walking into his room Sawyer sits at his desk thinking. He knew that he didn't plan on selling Willow, but he didn't know what to do with her. Not thinking hard on the matter he takes out some of his work he still had to do and went to work. Hours passed by before Sawyer finished his work. By the time he looked out the window, it was already night time. Not feeling tired he pulls out a book and lights another lantern giving himself more light. Making himself comfortable in his chair he begins to read.